Raising Sons In The #MeToo Era

So, before I even begin, let me keep it a buck, son. Now, as of today, both of my sons are under 10 years old. Meaning, I’m not even ready for them to be dating in any capacity, man. Shit, if it ain’t about Nintendo or comic books, my brain can’t handle it, fam. Real talk, I thought about locking my oldest son in his room when he told my wife and I that he had a girlfriend last year. But, that’s another story, bruh. In any case, as a father who’s responsible for raising two boys, there are some things they need to understand in the #MeToo era.

Ok, before I continue, it’s story time, son. Now, one particular night as a freshman in college, I thought I was going to get lucky. It was a Friday night and I was playing wingman for my homie. Anyway, during the course of getting ripped on brown liquor, this girl started kissing me. Moving on, I happened to catch a glance at her eyes and she looked like she was on another planet. Like, the alcohol had REALLY taken a toll on her, man. From there, I stopped the make-out session, helped her get in bed and went back to my room. The next day, she thanked me for looking out for her.

Now, I didn’t tell that story to look like some good dude, fam. Honestly, I thought it was common sense to not get down with someone who was clearly compromised. However, as time went on, I learned that I might be in the minority, bruh. Shit, it’s 2019 and I’m still taken aback by a lot of the stories that women have told me, son. On the real, I have no idea why consent is such a foreign concept to some guys, man. All I know is, it’s my responsibility to let my boys know that no one owes them anything.

Real talk, consent goes beyond “no means no,” fam. Power dynamics matter. Age differences matter. Hell, judging by the story I just told, intoxication matters, bruh. All I can say is, I want my sons to avoid any potential grey areas, man. Yeah, life can be confusing at times, but there should never be any question on if somebody wants to bump uglies. All in all, it’s my job to prepare my children for what they may face in the real world. Hopefully, I don’t righteously fuck them up, brethren.

In the end, I’m no genius, son. Frankly, I’m a moron who’s figuring out this parenting shit as I go, man. However, my kids’ behavior will be a reflection of the values that I’ve instilled in them. With that being said, I don’t want them to contribute to the problem, fam. Ultimately, I want them to thrive in the #MeToo and #TimesUp era. I want them to be examples of how to conduct oneself in these serious times. At the end of the day, I definitely have my work cut out for me, bruh. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Shout-out to my brother BK for giving me the idea for this post. Salute, my guy! Good day.

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So, I Was On A Podcast…

So, I’m going to keep this brief, son. Basically, I was recently featured on a podcast, man. With that being said, I want to give a major shout-out to my homie, Huey Booker. For whatever reason, he thought I’d be a good guest on his The Book of Huey podcast. In any case, I was featured on his “Black Men Speak, Vol. 1: Legacy” episode. On it, we talked about a variety of topics, ranging from marriage to fatherhood to my blog. In addition, we spoke about a few of the lessons learned from Black Panther. Hell, he even asked me about my time on Ask A Black Man with MadameNoire. All in all, we covered a lot of bases and spoke pretty candidly.

Now, all of the fine folks out there can listen to the episode below. Side note, now that I’ve done a podcast, I’m putting the pressure on Sydnee Washington and Marie Faustin to put me on their The Unofficial Expert show. Look, I’m just saying, fam. Anyway, The Book of Huey will be available on YouTube, iTunes, Stitcher, etc. However; I’m posting the SoundCloud link below. Either way, get down with the getdown and listen to Black men keeping it a buck. That is all. LC out.

When Should Parents Have ‘The Talk’ With Their Kids?

Keeping it a buck, being a parent is stressful, son. Like, it’s a never-ending cycle of “I’m not really sure I know what the fuck I’m doing,” man. Anyway, I thought I had more time before the “birds and the bees” talk, fam. I mean, my oldest son is only 7 years old. In my mind, I thought I had until at LEAST 10, bruh. However; with the way things are progressing, I may need to get my PowerPoint presentation ready, people.

So, here’s why I’m having a mini panic attack. Apparently, my firstborn has a girlfriend. Now, when my wife first told me that, I feel like the information went in one ear and out the other. Side note, I’m sure she’d argue that’s because I “don’t listen to her.” However; in reality, my brain just couldn’t process that story, son. In any case, from what I understand, my son and this young lady spend time with each other at lunch and dismissal. Even wilder, SHE’s the one who pressed him about whether he was her boyfriend or not. Fam, I thought he’d have to wait until his teenage years to face that kinda heat. I guess it all starts early, son.

Now, I won’t lie, my mind is in a tailspin, man. Listen, even though my son claims they haven’t kissed yet, I bet that’s right around the corner, fam. Shit, I kissed my first girl in kindergarten, bruh. Real talk, I know how fast all of that shit can happen, folks. To make matters worse, he already asked me what sex means because he heard the word in a song. Man, what the fuck is happening around here?! I could’ve sworn this dude just learned how to walk last year! How does he have a damn girlfriend already?! Look, I’m not prepared for ANY of this shit, son!

With all of that being said, when is the right time to have “the talk” with children? On one hand, I don’t want to introduce him to some shit he’s not ready for. On the other hand, I don’t want to be OD late to the party and have to tell his ass to slow down. Look, amongst my friends, I’m the OG parent in the group. However; this is some uncharted territory, man! At this point, I’m willing to listen to any sound advice, fam. Shit, it’s either that or I’m going to have to lock him away until I figure this out. In the end, I miss the diaper days, bruh. LC out.